It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying in the middle of the lawn, in front of Mrs. Shears' house. It looked as if it was running on its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream. But the dog was not running or asleep. The dog was dead.
I wonder who killed Wellington, and why
"What in @#$%'s name have you done to my dog?"
I had been hugging the dog for 4 minutes when I heard screaming. I looked up and saw Mrs. Shears'running towards me from the patio.
He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly.
What were you doing in the garden?
Then the police arrived. The policeman asked me a bunch of questions as the policewoman brought Mrs. Shears inside.
How old are you?
Did you kill the dog?
Still trying to process the questions, the police officer gets impatient and tries to ask me one more time if I had killed Wellington. I pressed my forehead into the ground and groaned. The police picked me up and grabbed my hand, then I hit him... and he arrested me.
You're under arrest!
He then told me to get into the car and we drove off.
When I got to the police station they made me take the laces out of my shoes and empty my pockets and the front desk in case I had anything in them that I could use to kill myself or escape or attack a policeman with.
They called my father and after a couple minutes, he came and brought me home
But we'll see about that...
And on the way home, he told me to "Just try and keep your nose out of people's business."